Friday, March 25, 2011

Come and see, you'll TGIF too.

Are you one of the 45 million views on YouTube? I'm... at least 14 of those. So I'm tucking away the most LOL-worthy music video I have seen in a long while for future-me's future web entertainment. In case I forget that such hilarious things exist, the intarwebz will recall.

Friday nights. Did you get the invite? Yes, you. You who love the LWEC children and want them to taste and see, you who feed His sheep.

E: You don't really want to hear or be uncomfortable, but you have to be the first one if you're trying to invite them there. The Holy Ghost party, that is.

Pea: Haha yea that's true.

E: You can't invite them to a party you're not at! Well I guess you could but they prob won't wanna go. I think that's all we can do, is "Come and see, from where I'm sitting."

Pea: Mmk. Will try to get myself to the party. Thanks for reminding me.

E: Hahah you'll get there! He gets you there! ... WHICH SEAT CAN I TAKE? BAHAHAHA jk.

Pea: Omg.... -.-

E: Just makin sure it's burned into your memory in time for FRIDAY.

Pea: haha TOMORROW. FUN FUN FUN FUN.

If you could only taste and see, you'll find such goodness that you won't be able to stop promoting the party. You who burn out from ineffective beg-pleading, come and drink deeply. He's worthy, come worship and seek Him with me, it's worth it; accept and extend this invitation.

Take heart. See and be nourished yourself first. Be the trellis not the Vine.

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Let me make it plain: I believe like a child that suffering will be healed and made up for, that all the humiliating absurdity of human contradictions will vanish like a pitiful mirage... that in the world’s finale, at the moment of eternal harmony, something so precious will come to pass that it will suffice for all hearts, for the comforting of all resentments, for the atonement of all the crimes of humanity, of all the blood they’ve shed; that it will make it not only possible to forgive but to justify all that has happened with men.

// Vanya Fyodorovich

I have come to believe that by and large the human family all has the same secrets. They tell what is perhaps the central paradox of our condition, that what we hunger for perhaps more than anything else is to be known in our full humanness.

a slave set free by Love nailed down. an orphan adopted by the High King. learning to let life well up from being all her, in faith. this blog contains some of the mileposts and verbal vomit along the way––streams of semiconsciousnesss––notes filed away from patient teachers and traveling friends.

God must be on my side! an innocent Stranger died me to life, calls me friend. they say love never changes, but they must have lied because Love changed my direction and gave me life when He scribbled in the sand and did not condemn––no He saves me, raises me, poverty to plenty, heals me, clothes me, rags to righteous. He tethers me even as i wander seeking a homeland... finding that it has found me.